Sunday, September 12, 2010
Motorcycle
I started to write this blog about days gone by, but I decided to think about the future. The days ahead, if all goes as expected, includes a big ol' Harley Davidson. This time around a motorcycle will NOT be a means for transportation. It will be for pleasure, pure pleasure! I have plans for Spring mornings on the Trace, at Land between the Lakes, early Summer evenings tooling around the big city of Paris, and romps around Henry county in the fall. I remember the feeling of exhilaration, the crisp feeling of fall, the feeling of speed and power between your legs. The freedom, the excitement, the oneness you feel with your motorcycle is indescribable. It is a feeling I want to recapture, and recapture before I get much older!
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My Dad bought a motorcycle when I was in middle school. He was caught in that mid-life crisis so they say as trying to relive a part of his childhood. As a teen, back in the late 1930’s , he was a delivery boy for Russell Pharmacy. He soon traded in his bicycle for a motorcycle as speed was the means to earn more money. But speed led to a ticket and soon he had to park the motorcycle for good.
My Mother didn’t like that my father bought a motorcycle. She would never ride with him. That suited me just fine because I was ready go anytime he would take me. Even though my helmet was a bit big and sometimes fell forward on my head, I saw lots of the county and backroads riding behind my Dad. One Saturday morning, we jumped on the Honda and logged many miles all the way to Missouri. He eased the bike onto the ferry and we crossed the river, only to jump off on to land and shout “ Here we are!” and hop back on to head home to Paris. It was quite an adventure !
Back in those days, there didn’t seem to be many motorcycles on the road. And the guys that owned Harleys weren’t very well respected or were thought of as thugs. But those times have definitely changed. The Harley Davidson bikes are pieces of art and people from all walks of life are riding them now. Usually on clear weekend days if you’re out for a ride in the car, it’s quite certain a group of HD riders will pass you. It always sends a bit of envy through my veins and takes me back to my childhood, if only for the brief moment it takes that motorcycle to whoosh by !
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